Baby, I'm Back

Oh, friends. I owe you. As one reader pointed out today, my blog's been collecting dust. But not for lack of blog-worthy events...just because I've been so darned busy. It's a bad excuse. I know.

So, you're probably wondering what's going on...well, I was busy getting busy (kind of) on location in Seattle, where I was shooting a movie. I say I was getting busy (kind of) because my role involved a sex scene. Yup, that's right. It was, incidentally, a scene with a foursome which proves that art does NOT imitate life, as months ago the Polyamorist tried to get me to participate in something similar on multiple occassions, which I politely declined. But more on that later. Because let's be real here--my current real-life situation is far more interesting than any ole simulated sex scene in some movie.

To catch you up on the Four Man Plan...

I had a very nice second date OH so long ago with the Author. I was tapped, psychologically and emotionally, as it had been a very long and trying week. I had dinner with him at a very nice wine bar, and he was warm, empathetic, and a good listener. He kissed me nicely after dinner, and that was cool. I just used the word "nice" three times in the last paragraph, which we all know is the kiss of death, but still. I have to give credit where credit is due. It was a nice evening (there I go again).

Then, I went to Palate two nights later with my Old Well. Ah, it's so comfortable between us. Like an old shoe. Or more like an old pair of chaps. I had a fucking great time with the Old Well. The food was off the hook (roasted bone marrow, short ribs, and pork belly being the highlights) and the hooking up was just awesome. Over dinner I mentioned that I was wearing something insanely sexy underneath my dress (the aforementioned assless hosiery), which prompted a very serious game of 20 questions. There is little in life which builds more anticipation than making a man guess what you are wearing underneath your dress (he managed to guess leather, lace, and knots, in a row). He never guessed correctly, but needless to say, it was well received. The Old Well never fails me. He ain't tapped yet, ladies.

Then I took off for Seattle for a week, shot some scenes for a feature film, became artistically intertwined with the hot-shot, 26-year-old DP, and found myself (3 drinks into the night) holding hands with him as he stared into my eyes and asked where he could find me in LA. Now, I need a 26-year-old like I need a hole in my head, but I'm saying yes to life so WHY NOT? Bring it on, baby! I liked the last 26-year-old I dated (this was way pre-blog) and he came so hard he once shot himself in the eye. Whether this is actually a redeeming quality or not is entirely up for discussion, but my point is...there will be no limp dick in my future...to which I say, BRING IT ON, BABY.

And finally, perhaps the most exciting piece of news...I'm going to see a play tomorrow with my HOT, HOT Yoga Guy...I met him briefly in New York years ago, and we were recently reunited out here at my yoga studio completely by chance...I'm way hot for him (he is seriously pretty, people) and I think he's hot for me, too. So against all odds, I have a little pseudo-date tomorrow with the prettiest guy since James Marsden...and I have to admit I'm excited! Despite my history of assiduously avoiding pretty men, I am fucking psyched. As I fretted and mewed and tried to talk myself out of it, a friend said to me, "Don't hate on him just because he's hot." So here I am. Open-minded. Saying yes to life. And saying YES, YES, OH GOD YES to my HOT, HOT, YOGA GUY.

You know, sometimes a girl just wants to have fun..so wish me luck tomorrow...I think there's a lot of fun, just the kind a girl wants to have, in my future.